Underage

[20] Time of the Month

Underage
[20] Time of the Month

I know the moment I wake up that it's not going to be a good few days. Even before I see the blood-stained sheets I'll have to wash, I can feel the twisting of my lower stomach. I groan and roll onto my side. My sheets are already bloody, anyway. I pull my legs up into my chest and kick off the blankets. What an awful way to finish an awful week.

I roll onto my back with a groan as my fingers rub at my stomach. That doesn't help. I do the only thing I know will give me some relief, even if only for a few minutes. I roll out of bed, telling myself that I'll clean the sheets later, and strip out of my clothes as soon as I'm in the bathroom.

I turn the water in the shower to as hot as I can take it before stepping in. I sink to the ceramic floor of the bathtub so the water hits directly onto my stomach. I wrap my hands around my legs and rest my head on my knees when the pain doesn't immediately go away as I would like it to.

I desperately need to shave my legs, but I don't make a move for the razor. I can go with hairy legs for a few more days. My stomach feels like someone is gutting me like a pumpkin and scraping the sides with a large spoon to get all the seeds out. From my lower stomach to my lower back, I ache. My boobs seem heavier, and although I twist to crack my back the stiffness won't go away.

The bathroom door opens and my heart drops for a second, until I peek to see Ethan removing his leather jacket. It takes only seconds before the curtains are being pushed aside and he's slipping in behind me. Ethan leans against the back of the bath tub, pulling me into his chest. He doesn't do anything but hold me and let his hands slip down to my stomach. He massages the skin and kisses my neck.

"I put your sheets in the wash and I brought you some chocolate. It's in the fridge." He continues to kiss and nip at my skin, taking my mind away from the pain. I turn my head and catch his lips in a slow kiss. I love the way his lips move on mine, the way they've familiarized themselves with mine and know exactly what I like. It's not long before he's back at my neck and I'm catching my breath.

We stay beneath the water until my skin has shriveled up and the pain has dulled down. Ethan has Midol waiting for me on the counter with a glass of water. I take it gratefully.

"You said you brought chocolate?"

"I'll even make some popcorn to go with it."

"You're the best."

"I know."

I push at his chest and let him slip the silk robe around my body once I'm dry. He has clothes waiting for me, but I don't take them right away. He leaves me alone in the bathroom as I take care of myself and then make my way towards the living room. Ethan already has a bowl of popcorn with chilled pieces of chocolate mixed about.

I kiss his lips and sink down onto the couch. "You really are the best."

"Don't be too flattered," he warns, taking a handful of popcorn for himself. "We need to talk."

"Please, Ethan. Can't this wait?"

I stand from the couch and head towards my room. In my bathroom, underneath the sink, I take out a heating pad and fill it with warm water. I screw the cap back on and lean against the counter. I don't want to talk to him right now. I can't promise that what will come out of my mouth will be nice. I take a deep breath and grab a blanket from my bed, making my way into the living room.

"Why don't you want to talk to me?" he asks.

"Because." The word comes out louder than I wanted. The tears prick behind my eyes and I don't know why. I stand from the couch, but he pulls on my arm so I'm sitting beside him. I can't look at him. Instead, my eyes find the material of the couch in between our legs. I try to blink away the unwanted tears.